Gemotions

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, warming Amelia's face as she packed her daughter, Lily's, lunch. A grin stretched across her features. Mrs. Gable? Lily's teacher? The very same woman who had molded *her* into a voracious reader? A giggle escaped her. This was going to be fantastic.

Amelia practically bounced as she drove Lily to school. The car windows were down, and she cranked up the radio, singing along at the top of her lungs. At the drop-off zone, she practically leaped out of the car to give Lily a hug, squeezing her tight before whispering, "Mrs. Gable is the *best*! Have a wonderful day!"

Later, at work, she found herself volunteering for every task, organizing files with a speed she hadn't known she possessed. Her colleagues commented on her unusual enthusiasm, but she just shrugged, her smile unwavering. She felt like she could run a marathon.